Arse perched up high, his little Daisy had propped herself over the footboard of the bed, womanly charms on full display as were the rounded curves of her backside. He gasped and then nearly burst out laughing because it was a rather ridiculous position for her to be in, though based upon the stirring in his trousers it was not unappealing by any stretch of the imagination. But where on Earth had she gotten such an idea?

The height of the footboard forced his little bride up onto her tiptoes. She had placed a pillow over the hard wood which gave her a bit more comfort as the rail pressed against the spread of her hips.

She turned her head and smiled at him, seemingly unaware of just how provocative her position was—not that he was about to complain about the sight of her offering herself to him so innocently and submissively.

“I am ready for you, Papa. Is this the way you would like me? I had at first considered crawling under the covers, like couples tend to do in Miss Wickersham’s romance novels before they kiss and hug and experience the sweet rapture, but this is how Nurse Lister and Miss Wickersham examined me this morning, when they told me about making love, so I feel I'm ready and in the right spot. I believe you will find this most pleasing, is that right, Papa? And I do so hope you approve of my smooth shaven privates. My kitty was shaved after my examination was finished, and I must admit the feel of my bare lips against my drawers has been most enjoyable.”

God's teeth, she would be his undoing.

So sweet, so beguiling, so innocent and so eager.

He glanced to the heavens and wondered what he had done to deserve such a delightful little bride.

In his imaginings of this moment when he would finally make her his, her sweet little cunny impaled upon his hard cock, he had envisioned a rather traditional approach, at least initially, where she would be lying prone on the bed probably mostly covered up to protect her modesty while he claimed her in the traditional position of the missionaries.

Instead he was greeted with a most eager young lady who seemed not at all shy about her own nudity. He took in the delicate slope of her back, rounded curves of her bottom and her shapely legs all the way down to the tips of her toes on which she was balanced. Her legs were spread wide in just the right position for him to take his pleasure. The sight of her bare kitty lips, already pink and swollen despite not having been thoroughly claimed yet, heated his blood until he felt positively feverish in his longing for her, and he couldn’t help but wonder what her bare cunny would look like after a long, proper session of lovemaking, particularly a rough one.

He stepped to the bed and stroked his hand over her. He laid his head on the mattress next to hers so he could look into her face. “Are you comfortable, my Daisy?” he asked.

“Well, yes and no, Papa,” she said. “I am most comfortable in my position here over the footboard. The pillows on your bed are wonderfully cushiony and so this feels quite good to me to have a pillow under my head and one under my hips. However, my kitty is most uncomfortable as it is continuing to drip with moisture and it is warm and achy there. But you can help me find relief, Papa, can you not?”

“Yes, my little one, I most certainly can. Is that what you would like?”

“Papa,” Daisy said, with a saucy look on her face, “did you not moments ago say you were the one who would direct matters and not me? I am in position and I am waiting.”

He reached back and gave her a swat on her already punished bottom. “Impertinent little minx,” he said, and his heart filled with joy—he had found the perfect bride.

He quickly stood and stripped off his clothes, leaving them in an uncharacteristic pile in the middle of the floor. He moved into position behind her, stroked his hands along the length of her back, over her hips and down her thighs. He pressed with his thumbs and moved her thighs slightly further apart so he could have a better view of her bare, glistening sex.

“You know, little Daisy, there may be some pain in this for you, this first time. There's nothing I can do about that, but I will endeavor to be as gentle as I can.”

“I know, Papa. ‘Tis time for you to put your hard cock in my kitty. It is required for us to feel the sweet rapture of our joined love, if I am understanding the intimacies of marriage correctly. I know it will be wonderful. Please, Papa. Please hurry. I feel all achy everywhere now, even my ninnies feel hard and throbby.”

“Your ninnies?” he asked somewhat confused. Thereupon she pushed up from the bed, flattened her feet on the floor and turned to face him, her hands cupping the undersides of her delectable breasts.

“Yes, my ninnies. Look how hard they are. What is happening to me, Papa?”

His breath caught in his throat and he glanced at his little wife standing before him fully nude. Her hands displaying her breasts for him, the hardened tips poking between her fingers. At the same instant she paused and glanced down the length of his body, taking in the size of his cock—rigid and ready to plunge into her. Her eyes went wide and her hands dropped to her sides.

“Is that your-your cock, Papa? Are you sure it will fit inside my kitty? It looks much larger than I could have ever imagined.”

“Yes, it is, and I assure you it will fit inside your kitty, little miss.” He took her hand in his and stroked it up his length. The exquisite touch of her delicate hand gripping his hardness made him momentarily dizzy. He felt nearly crazed with lust for her, and he had a sudden vision of himself shoving her down on the bed, gripping her hips, and thrusting home into her virginal tightness in one quick drive. He forced himself to take a few deep breaths as she continued stroking his cock. No, he could not be so brutish and rough with her. At least not this first time.

She stared down at his stiff length, mesmerized, then said, “The ache and wetness in my kitty are getting worse. Are you sure this is how it is supposed to be? It felt similar this morning during my medical exam, but not nearly so much as now. I feel almost feverish.”

“That is how it ought to be. I should hope you are most aroused when with your papa. Your desire for me makes me very happy, little girl.”

She smiled at his praise and reassurance. He released her hand but she continued to stroke up and down his cock, a smile tilting the corners of her lips. It pleased him that she enjoyed touching him and exploring his body, this sweet little virgin who was now his bride.

He slipped his hand between her thighs and then put one finger followed by another into the slick passage he found there. She gasped and squeezed his cock. “Papa,” she said, “is that what it will feel like when you put your cock in there?”

“It will feel even better.” He stroked in and out a couple of times and then removed his hand and returned her to her original position across the foot of the bed, bent over with her arse once again high in the air, her thighs spread to reveal her feminine wiles. The swollen pink folds of her bare cunny gleamed with her arousal, the erotic sight stoking the flames of his need to claim her. “Are you ready?” he asked, unable to keep the growl from his voice.

“Oh yes, Papa. The ache is nearly more than I can stand. Please claim me. Claim me now. Make me yours.”

He moved behind her and touched the head of his cock to her opening. He had to pause before emotions overwhelmed him. It was the most delightful pleasure he had ever experienced. His little virgin wife was about to give him a great treasure. He pressed forward and paused to make sure she was comfortable. When she began to move her hips against him, eagerly so, he echoed her rhythm, driving further and further into her. Breaking the barrier of her innocence and claiming her as his wife.

She gasped and stilled for a moment, and he waited until her breathing was no longer as labored and she started to once again push back against him, inviting his continued claiming.

“Are you well, my little bride?”

“Oh yes, Papa. Please, please don’t stop.”

He resumed driving in and out of her, increasing his pace with each deep stroke into her exquisite tightness. He pushed her bottom cheeks apart wide as he plunged into her sweetness, delighting in the sight of her rosy little pucker. Not slowing in his movements as he claimed her, he circled one thumb around her most private hole. She mewled louder but didn’t protest his intimate touch. He began to probe this part of her more insistently, applying pressure to her tiny rosette as he thrust steadily into her cunny.

“Papa?” she gasped breathlessly.

“Yes, my little bride?”

“Are-are you going to put your cock in my bottom hole now?”

He paused in his thrusting. The things she said never failed to shock him and he had to wonder what she might say next, his little minx. She peered over her shoulder at him, staring at him in question, her expressive dark eyes holding him strangely captive, as if she’d put a spell on him. He took a deep, calming breath and gazed down at her pucker, his cock throbbing inside her harder at the sight of her rosette clenching and unclenching, so responsive to his touch.

“Where, pray tell, did you get the idea that I might put my cock your bottom hole, little girl?” he asked the question slowly, doubting the books she’d swiped from Miss Wickersham had depicted that type of naughtiness. So where had she heard of such a bawdy thing?

She emitted a dreamy moan and arched her back, forcing her center to press more insistently against his cock, but still he held her firmly in his grasp and didn’t resume his claiming of her yet. First, he wanted answers. It seemed he would also have to have a talk with her at some point in the near future, instructing her in what was proper to speak about in public and what wasn’t. Given some of the things she said and her apparent naivety despite knowing more than the average bride ought to know, he worried she might say something completely brazen and inappropriate in polite company.

“Well, Papa,” she finally answered, “Miss Wickersham told me.”

He fought to keep his shock from his voice. He had no desire to diminish her curiosity, despite the unladylike statements passing her lips. “My sweet Daisy, it is true that I will one day claim your bottom hole, but not during our first time together in the marriage bed. Before I put my cock into this tight little pucker of yours, I will have to properly train you.”

“Train me?” She blinked at him, looking at him expectantly. “Train me how?”

He swallowed hard and started moving in and out of her cunny again, unable to hold still within her for a moment longer. His vision was beginning to blur and he realized he was close to spilling himself inside her, but he wished to give her the sweet rapture she had spoken of in the carriage. “I will explain all about it at a later time, little miss. Now, I want you to turn around and close your eyes and let the sensations of what I’m about to do wash over you.”

Once she complied, he resumed pressing two fingers to her pucker, while reaching underneath her with his other hand to stroke her clit. He drew moisture from her core over the hardened nubbin, eliciting moans and the sweetest whimpers from her lips.

She tensed beneath him, as if she’d gotten as tightly wound as she could possibly go, before a deep groan escaped her and she undulated her cunny against him, her hips moving up and down in a beautiful display of pleasure and wantonness. Oh, she really was the loveliest little creature he’d ever laid eyes on. And she was all his. His little bride forever and ever. His heart contracted at the thought.

Moments later, his thighs clenched and his balls tightened as his climax rushed over him, violent and fierce. He gripped Daisy’s hips and pumped into her faster and deeper. Several seconds after the last wave of his pleasure began to recede, he gently pulled his length from her center. Her cunny lips were even more swollen than before, and he hoped she wasn’t too sore. He had, during the last minutes of their lovemaking, taken her more roughly than he had planned.

He gathered her up in his arms and carried her to a large plush chair by the window. She sighed against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck as she peered up at him, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over. A slight smile tugged at her lips. Her hair was in disarray around her shoulders, having come undone during their lovemaking from the twist she’d styled it in for the wedding. He rather liked the sight of her with her hair flowing around her shoulders, all messed up because she’d just been thoroughly and properly claimed.

“My sweet little bride,” he murmured, stroking her hair behind her ears.

“My sweet…er…big husband,” she replied with a saucy grin that left little doubt which part of him she had been referring to as big, particularly when she wiggled her bottom against his cock, which was already growing hard again.

Would he ever have his fill of her? He thought not as he gazed down into her beautiful dark eyes. He was certain he would hunger for her during every second of every day for the rest of his life.